The best thing a Mom could hear...

Recently one of our friends learned that their little boy had CP.  I know being a Mom, you want your child to be healthy and "normal".  I read on her blog that she didn't take him to a party because she was afraid he couldn't keep up or someone might ask questions.  You never want your child to feel different and you always want them to be happy, but I was not going to let her keep him away from Charlotte's party.  I texted her and told her that he better be there and if I had to, I would run him up and down the slides....anyone who knows me knows I would have done just that!  LOL : ) 

My Mom always taught me to not see what was on the outside, but the inside.  So many people can be beautiful on the outside and they turn ugly because they are...well, just plain old mean.  I don't say hate often, but I do hate mean people.  I figure we are all trying to survive life and why put people down and be mean... I don't get it at all.  If people were nicer to each other and thought what it might be like living in their shoes, I truly think the world would be a better place.  Most people do not know my whole life story.  If you heard everything, you would think you were reading a book or watching a movie because some of it is so unbelievable.  The way I got through most of it was with people being nice.  People taking time out to see how things were or just a stranger smiling.  Mom taught us not to see color or disabilities...just to see the person and if someone needed help to help...not sit there waiting for someone else to do it or saying it wasn't your responsibility...just do it!  We had a friend who had only one arm.  Half of the time I never noticed lol.  She would ask me to hold something and I would automatically say, "put it in your other hand."  I can honestly say when it comes to differences, I am completely blind to it.   

This is why I probably won't ever be a millionaire.  When I hear they need extra blankets at the hope center I rush down to Homegoods and buy out their clearance section.  That is just who I am.  My Mom used to work as a nurse doing home health visits.  She wouldn't just go in there and do her "job", she would help them pick up, cook them breakfast or lunch...really do anything they needed.  She taught us to be kind, compassionate and have empathy for people.  Everyone has problems.  Even the richest people have problems, but they are just different problems.  Just think how lonely life might be if you were the richest person in the world.  You would never know if people really like you or wanted to be around you or if it was just your money...even your with your family, you might not be able to tell.  I just think if everyone would be kind and compassionate towards each other, it would be a better world.     

I hoped that my daughter would take on this trait also.  So, the other day when I read my friends blog about how at Charlotte's party she took her son's hand and told him that he could be her prince (they all were playing princess) it brought tears to my eyes.  To be honest, I didn't see him limp or not being able to keep up with the other kids.  I just saw him playing with the other kids, laughing, and excited that he got a ball out of the machine.  I just saw Cooper... loving, excited, full of energy and a ball of joy....and that is all Charlotte sees.  To hear this was probably one of the best moments of my life.  To know that my Mom passed this gift to me and now it has been passed to Charlotte really truly makes me extremely happy and proud.  Charlotte has always been a special child.  She used to come with me to my Mom's treatments and would hug the patients.  When Mom was in hospice she would visit the other rooms and it was like she knew that the people were sad.  She would hold their hands or stroke their arms, but I wondered if this would stay with her.  Now I know that it has and I have to say I am the most proud Mom in the world today : )

Luck with A&P II

I thought I would elaborate a little more on my A&P II class because it is not easy by any means.  This class has been strange for me.  The first test I had no idea how I did and did well... same as the second and third, but this last one I thought for sure I had a C or below.  I usually start by going through and answering all the questions I know.  I did that and I thought I knew 34-36 of them out of 50.  So, I was expecting to have a 68-72 on this test.  When I went back through, I still had no idea on the questions I skipped over.  I tried crossing out answers I knew it couldn't be, but it didn't help much.  When she said we had one minute left and to finish up the one we were working on, I had five.  I made my best guess and turned it in.  The questions on the test were completely confusing.  One question was about someone drinking 6 glasses of wine...they wanted to know how much urine output would be and the concentration.  I remember one of the answers being 4,000 ml... which is 4 L... which is like drinking two 2 L coke bottles!  My first reaction was that something had to be wrong with a person if they did that!  Second was that she said input had to equal out put and exactly how big were these glasses and why wasn't this person dead from alcohol poisoning?  All of these questions were running through my head because I had no sleep at all the night before.  I usually do not sleep that well the night before the test because I end up dreaming about what is going to be on the test, but this time it was different.  I had gone to print out my homework and it would not open!!  There were only ten questions, but each question had four questions built into it.  So, that is what I did all night.  At the end of class the teacher will go scan the exams and if you want to see your grade you can.  I bolted for the door.  I didn't want to see it...I thought I knew what I had, so why rush it?  Well, I ended up with a 90?!?  How this happened I had no idea!!  I have decided that I should become a professional multiple choice test taker.  I have always been good at problem solving and reasoning, but this is insane.  I have been so lucky with it this semester it is unreal.  Because of my luck, I have now officially started to play the lottery...lol...when I remember to buy a ticket that is : ) 

Procrastinator....yes, it is true!

I guess I should start out with the basics... I have a daughter named Charlotte who turned 4 on April 10th.  On your birthday in her PreK-3 class, parents are supposed to fill out a form with her name, birthday, birth place and answer the following question for each year:  During my first year I.  As I was going through my pictures of her each year, I again noticed how I had very few pictures of my Mom and her.  We were with each other every day since Charlotte was born....but why on earth did I not take more photos of them together?!?  This is something I will never figure out.  I also noticed I had a ton of photos, but they were all on the computer and not printed out.  Not good when it is 10:03pm and it is supposed to be done in the morning plus I still need to make muffins for her class.  I knew her birthday has been coming, so why didn't I fill this out a few weeks ago?!?  Or at least printed out the pictures...lol.  I guess I really truly have to admit that I am a procrastinator.  This works for me though.  I am taking A&P II and have somewhat stressed about it since I started, so when do I really start studying for the tests??  The night before of course!  It must work for me because I have a high A.  I have been doing this for as long as I can remember.  Hopefully I haven't passed this on to Charlotte, but I really think it is just part of who I am.  I work best under pressure... go figure.  Mom used to tell me that I was, but I never believed her...until today.  There, I officially admit it and as always...Mom is once again and probably always be right : )